Downstream Is Always Someone Else's Up.

I Attempted Briefly To Consecrate Myself In The Public Library, Believing Every Crack In My Soul Could Be Chinked With A Book.

I Do My Best Work If I Think About What It Is I Have To Offer.

A Meaningless Phrase Repeated Again And Again Begins To Resemble Truth.

Stop A Minute, Right Where You Are. Relax Your Shoulders, Shake Your Head And Spine Like A Dog Shaking Off Cold Water. Tell That Imperious Voice In Your Head To Be Still.

The Past Is All We Know Of The Future.